9 years ago
In the clearing stands a boxer, and a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him, till he cried out, in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains...
And he carries the reminders, of every glove that laid him down
Or cut him, till he cried out, in his anger and his shame
"I am leaving, I am leaving," but the fighter still remains...